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post Dec 20 2010, 04:04 PM
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It was the end of an age, the New World of Dransik was coming to an end, the lands were splitting into the Primordia and the Sanctuary. The Chosen arrived at this time. In time to see the old friendships torn apart, and new ones develop. And so the guild moved to the lands of Sanctuary.

They came from different lands. Each with a history, each with a story to tell. Some were miners who had wondered through the dark places for years. Others were Mages, with knowledge of the Chaotic and Divine Arts. Others were Soldiers with scars that went beyond that which the eye could see. Yet all were connected.

For the Light had came to each of them.

The Light had enveloped them, furthering the knowledge in their own ways, in Itís ways. Of the few that had been Chosen, even less stood up to the power of the light to shine in their dark places. For if the light found evil the evil was unleashed, and the light abandoned. But if the Light found goodness of heart, courage of soul, and honor of being, then the light would overcome. Those with the light grew in strength, in knowledge, and in presence. Eventually their sight was beyond that of their eyes, and they heard whispers in the mist, beckoning from the earth itself. In the fire they began to see visions. Visions of unknown places and creatures, evil lands. In the fire they began to see others like themselves, dressed in robes. Robes so white that they cast off all darkness. There were 12.

The voices called, and the sojourners listened. From the four corners of the world they came, to a land known only as Dransik, where a great evil had embedded itís talons in the heart of the people. The good had been turned to evil, the evil to chaos. Only few had been able to stand. The land was engulfed with travelers forever breaching the shores, attempting to gain power, knowledge, weapons of the runes. These people ***** the land of its resources as forests were laid bare, mines stripped, farmland destroyed.

Then there were the old ones. These were the people of the land. Some were good, known by the Light. Many were of the dark places, and the Light had abandoned them. These old souls have embedded themselves in their ways. Some have organized for good, others for evil. Some have even pledged allegiance to the dark lord himself. Some guilds fight the evil, and others still are petty thieves, murderers, the foul stench of the land.

But in the 12 there was Hope. And the 12 grew to 20, and still continues to grow.

The Light had come to reclaim the land, and the Chosen (CXII) were to be his Light in this dark place.

The lands are now one again... as are the Chosen, old friendships rekindled. The Light grows stronger still.


Much history has been lost since the last chapter was written, including epic battles, the treasures, the evil slain, but one thing will not be forgotten; The Chosen Hereos.

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